Another meme because I can.

November is National Meme Month. Officially. That's why I'm posting two in one night! This one was shown to me by Jill, which is pretty cool. And it's long. Very long. But that's okay.

Don't tell me lies, so where's your man? Hah, by asking this, you assume I have one. Silly you.

First name of the last person to text you? Christina.

Tell me the truth, why did you fall in love with your last ex? Was it ever love? Another assumption; I lack an ex. Hoorah.

Who was the last person you had a conversation with on the phone? My friend from school.

Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex? Nope.

Has anyone said they love you in the last week? Yep. Just a second ago, actually, haha.

Have you faced any of your fears lately? Yes.

Have you ever kissed under water? No.

Who was the last person to comfort you as you cried? My mother.

Do you have to plug your nose while swimming under water? Nah.

Are you a heart breaker? Not to my knowledge.

Do you know anyone who commited suicide? Besides famous people? Nope.

Is it ever too late to apologize? Yes.

Do your computer speakers work? Yes, thankfully.

Which friend are you most similiar to? Um, in some respects, maybe my best friend. Which makes sense.

Your ex calls wanting to hang out. What do you do? I'd say that depends on why we broke up.

Would you get back with your last ex if they asked you? Haha.

Would you kiss the last person who texted you, on the lips? Not unless you paid me a considerable sum of money.

Camping with a ton of friends or hotel with a few friends? Hotel!

Have you ever kissed anyone who's name starts with P, J, R, M, C or D? No.

Is there someone you wouldn't mind kissing right now? Yes.

Do you think your ex will ever want to be with you again? Um. No?

What did your last text say? Some chain message.

Has anyone told you they don't ever wanna lose you? Don't think so.

What's your relationship with the last person you text? Friends.

Do you fall for people easily? Yes.

Is your crush banging someone else? I really hope not, since we're both fourteen.

Are you addicted to cigarettes? Nope.

Do you know anyone named holly? No.

Are you upset because you actually aren't even cool? Um, no.

Have you ever kissed someone who was drunk? Not to my knowledge.

Have you ever broken a couple up? Probably not, haha.

When is the next time you will kiss someone? No clue.

Do you find smoking unattractive? Not really.

Has a male ever grabbed your boobs? Nope.

Do you like sour candies? Yes.

Do you currently have a hickey, if so where? No.

Whats something that bothers you about girls? They have no morals.

Got feelings for anyone? 'Feelings' is such a stupid word. But yes.

Are you "with" the very last person you kissed? Nah.

Whats a word that starts with the third letter of your first name? Yaks.

Who is someone you want to bite right now? Definitely Edward Cullen.

Were you intoxicated the last time you threw up? Nope.

If you could see anyone you want who would it be? I don't like to use names on this blog.

Who was your crush in the 5th grade? A guy who I was close friends with and pretended not to like.

Do you like being around a large group of friends, or a best friend? Best friend.

Would you have sex with your ex for $1,000? No.

If you see a girl with big boobs do you automatically think shes a slut? Depends on the girl.

What's usually colder, your hands or your feet?: Feet!

Have you ever suspected anyone of cheating on you? Um, no.

Do you remember who you liked on New Years? Yes.

Have you kissed the same person more than 20 times in 09? Nope.

Is there a person that you can go to in sweats, hair a mess, and still feel pretty? I don't know what that question's meant to imply.

Did you sing at all today? Yes.

Are you someone who worries too often? Yes, definitely, extremely so.

When was the last time you completely broke down? Last Thursday. So mentally stable, I am.

Could things possibly get any better? Yes.

Think back to your last relationship, was it all your fault it's over? Um. Sure?

Is there anyone you would seriously punch right now if you had the chance? Yes.

If your mom worked at Hooters, what would you do? Hold an intervention.

Do you love where you live? It's okay.

What were you doing 12 AM last night? Sleeping.

Can you get over people easily? No, not really.

Have you ever regretted letting someone go? Don't know if I'm qualified to answer that.

Would you go out in public looking like you do now? Haha, sure.

Do you believe that there are certain circumstances where cheating is okay? Nope.

Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days? No.

How do you feel right now? Bemused.

Did the last person who hurt you, ever apologize? Yes.

Are you a mean person? On occasion.

Do you believe once a cheater always a cheater? Nah.

Can a boy and girl be friends without having feelings for each other? Yeah.

Are you anything like you were at this point last year? A little bit, less angsty, I think.

What were you doing at 8 this morning? Sleeping.

Do you believe that if you want something bad enough you'll get it? Not necessarily.

How important is a sense of humor in a significant other? Very.

What's your background image on your phone? The DC skyline outside of my friend's father's apartment.

Last December, what was your love life like? Haha. Same as it is now.

Do you have a best friend? Yes!

Will tomorrow be a good day? I hope so.

Are you listening to music? Yes.

The last person you hugged, did you have feelings for them? Nope.

What's your favorite color(s)? Blue, gray.

Which do you prefer - eyes or lips? Eyes.

When someone says "we need to talk", what runs through your mind? 'Oh dear.'

What color are your eyes? Brown.

Seven months ago, can you remember who you liked? Yep. Definitely.

What are you listening to right now? What We Really Were by Mission Of Burma.

What did you have for breakfast? Plastic container of peaches.

What were you doing 30 minutes ago? Hanging out on the internet.

Do you love the last person that called you? Not really.

Where do you want to live when you're older? Seattle or Portland.

Was it a boy or a girl to text you first today? I haven't even had my phone on today.

Where did you get the shirt you are wearing? Not sure.

Do you think you will be in a relationship three months from now? Not really.

Meet any new people this year? Tons.

Is there someone you wish you were still close with? Yeah.

Is it possible to be single and happy? In my experience, yes.

Do you think you can last in a relationship for six months? Not sure.

Do you like hugs? Sometimes.

Do you have any piercings? Nope.

Do you believe that everyone has a soul-mate? I'd like to think so.

Baseball or football? Neither.

Do you want to get married? Yes, eventually.

Do you sleep on your stomach? On occasion.

Are you ticklish? Yes.

Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? I somewhat doubt it.

Do you know a few people that smoke weed? One or two I sort of think do.

Has a boy/girl ever called you babe/baby? Not to my knowledge.

Do you like the idea of promise rings in relationships? I didn't even know there was such a thing.

What's the next movie you'll watch in theaters? No clue.

Will you talk to the person you like tonight? Nope.

Is this the best summer of your life? It's fall, so I'd say no.

Is there someone who you can spend every minute with and be happy? Probably.

Do you prefer people who talk a lot or are quiet? Talk a lot; make up for my quietness.

Was last night terrible? No.

Have you ever wanted to never give up on someone? Nope.

Do you laugh a lot? Yeah, sort of.

This time last year, can you remember who you liked? Didn't like anyone.

Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night? My friends Jill and Sarah.

To celebrate November, I shall do one of those meme things.

I got this from Naomi's blog because she's an amazing blogger and therefore does amazing memes. Instead of my iPod, I'm using my extended favorites playlist on Grooveshark because I don't feel like hunting for my iPod right now.

"Put your music player on shuffle;
Post the first 40 songs that come up. You can repeat artists if you want. If you have any repeats, skip to the next track."

1. PCC - Green River.
2. Rebel Girl - Bikini Kill.
3. Vulcan Ears - Milencolin.
4. Halo - Beyonce.
5. Ariel - Babes in Toyland.
6. Green Eyes - Husker Du.
7. Love Is Paranoid - The Distillers.
8. Heaven Is A Truck - Pavement.
9. Lurker II - Jawbreaker.
10. Stutter - Elastica.
11. Hot And Cold - Katy Perry.
12. Verse Chorus Verse - Nirvana.
13. Sweet Dreams - Eurythmics.
14. Hard On For War - Mudhoney.
15. Dig Me Out - Sleater Kinney.
16. More Than A Feeling - Sleater Kinney.
17. Kiss Kiss - Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
18. Hummer - Smashing Pumpkins.
19. Deceptacon - Le Tigre.
20. Black September - Dead Moon.
21. Heavy Metal Machine - Smashing Pumpkins.
22. She's Crushing My Mind - Team Dresch.
23. Air - Frente!
24. What's Wrong With You - Bratmobile.
25. New Tools - Seaweed.
26. Drain The Blood - The Distillers.
27. Horrible - Frente!
28. Lorna - 7 Year Bitch.
29. New Radio - Bikini Kill.
30. Mongoloid - Devo.
31. Buffy (Main Title Theme) - The Breeders.
32. Jesus Online - Bush.
33. American Society - L7.
34. Hollywood Ending - Sleater Kinney.
35. Big Mess - Devo.
36. Swallow My Pride - Green River.
37. Danger! Danger! - Towers of Hanoi.
38. Hot Topic - Le Tigre.
39. I Just Can't Be Happy Today - Love Battery.
40. Drama - L7.

1. Which song do you prefer, #1 or #40? Probably 40, but they're both great.

2. Have you ever listened to #12 continuously on repeat? Yes. Addictively, at times.

3. What album is #26 from? Coral Fang.

4. What do you think about the artist who did #15? Best riot girl band ever. Carrie Brownstein is my hero.

5. Is #19 one of your favorite songs? No, but it's pretty good.

6. Who does #38 remind you of? A Le Tigre music video I watched once where everything was an innuendo.

7. Does #20 have better lyrics or music? Probably music, but that's only because the music doesn't make much sense.

8. Do any of your friends like #3? Not to my knowledge.

9. Is #33 from a movie soundtrack? Don't think so.

10. Is #18 overplayed on the radio? Nope.

11. What does #21 remind you of? Axl Rose, writing over the summer, and bare feet.

12. Which song do you prefer, #5 or #22? Team Dresch, I think.

13. What album is #17 from? Haha, I haven't the slightest idea. I don't usually listen to them.

14. When did you first hear #39? About a month ago.

15. When did you first hear #7? I was listening to all of the tracks off Coral Fang a few months ago.

16. What genre is #8? Post grunge / post punk.

17. Do any of your friends like #14? I don't know, probably not.

18. What color does #4 remind you of? Glittery gold.

19. Have you ever blasted #11 on your stereo? Definitely, multiple times.

20. What genre is #37? Post - riot grrl, I guess.

21. Can you play #13 on any instrument? No.

22. What is your favorite lyric from #30? I don't have any clue what he's singing, don't even know what 'Mongoloid' means...

23. What is your favorite lyric from #23? Again, I don't pay attention to the lyrics.

24. Would you recommend #24 to your friends? Possibly, if they were asking about the specific genre.

25. Is #2 a good song to dance to? Not really.

26. Do you ever hear #16 on the radio? Haha, no. Because the radio station is stupid.

27. Is #32 more of a “nighttime” or “daytime” song? Night.

28. Does #36 have any special meaning to you? Not unless you count me making up multiple meanings for the title when there probably aren't any. Then again, it's Mark Arm. So it probably does have multiple meanings, so no.

29. Do any of your friends like #31? Not as far as I know.

30. Is #25 a fast or slow song? Fast.

31. Is #35 a happy or sad song? It's Devo. They're just... Devo. They don't really do normal human emotions.

32. What is one of your favorite lyrics from #9? The part about talking walls.

33. Is #34 better to listen to alone or with friends? On the bus, alone.

34. When did you first hear #27? About six months ago.

35. Name 3 other songs by the artist who did #29 Sugar, For Only, Strawberry Julius.

36. Do you know all the words to #6? Nope.

37. Does #28 have better lyrics or music? Music, I suppose.

38. What album is #10 from? Elastica - the self titled debut.

Well, that was a fun time waster. Off to youth group. Oh dear. Let the social anxiety ensue.

School year is movin' along.

It is. The year is almost an eighth of the way over, now! Interims and all that. I've already rambled to everyone about my unexplainably good grades, but I've been posting 'em since I barely bailed myself out of Algebra last spring, so I shall continue the tradition. I don't have numbers for these grades because our interims only say letters, but that's okay.

English - A.
History - A.
Journalism - A.
Geometry - A. (I happen to know that I have a 99 percent in there because my teacher sent home more detailed interims by way of email. Me. Math. Ninety nine. Makes no sense, but I love it.)
French - A.
Biology - A- (Seriously?! I hate my teacher. I hated her before this, but I hate her more now.)
Gym - A.

So. Basically everything is fine, my parents aren't giving me any worried looks or whining about me slacking off. Which makes sense because I've been spending about five hours a day studying, doing homework, that sort of thing. I desperately want A's so that I can go to school in Washington when I graduate. If I don't get A's, it shall not happen, so therefore, I must get A's. It's a conditional statement thing! Sorta. My biology grade should be an A too. It would be an A if my teacher weren't a bitter old hag who takes out her passive agressive fury on a bunch of innocent freshmen every day. She gave me a C on this science fair packet because I 'didn't put metric units'. Yeah, um, I was listing the plants I intended to use. Can't really put units on that. Oh well, at least I'm not failing, even though I might not have anything close to an A after the unit test we just took. I studied so much for it, but macromolecules and atoms - which I'm learning for the second time, they still don't go into my head - do not stick for me. I'm definitely not a science person.

Enough about that, though. I don't really want to cultivate extreme hatred against a teacher the way I did against my english teacher last year. Too much work.

Last week, my mother, of all people, dragged me into getting a Facebook. For a long, long time, I was vehemently opposed to even thinking about it, but the ten demands a day of, 'do you have a Facebook yet?!' finally made me crack, and when I was weakened by... well, tiredness and stayed home from school last Friday, my mother almost singlehandedly created an account for me and promptly added herself to my friends list. I sort of got addicted for a couple of days, but it got old when I figured out that my friends don't actually have anything to say but that they found a pink cow in Farmville or whatever, and that they're bored. So spending hours a day on there isn't worth it, unless I'm attempting to stalk someone, which makes me feel stalkerish, so I had to stop that too. I wasn't successful, by the way. Searching through lists of eight hundred people has no effect. I hate that profiles are hidden. Makes it so much harder to do any proper stalking. That and I never learn people's last names. So I can't find the friends who actually ask me to find them on there, let alone people I spend time searching for even though I'd never friend them, due to me being me.

My father is a closet The Birthday Massacre fanboy. Actually, he's not really the closet part. Ever since I forced him to listen to my copy of 'Violet', he's been obsessed. He even tuned his keyboard to play one of their songs. We've listened to Violet in the car at least five times now, and he cranks it up louder than anything else he plays. So I ordered the 'Looking Glass' EP for him because his birthday is soonish and I had spare cash and I'm pretty sure he'll lemme listen to it. I love it when I've managed to brainwash my father into something. It's amusing, his ranting and raving about how insanely murderous their lyrics are becomes a sort of manifesto to their greatness halfway through. I don't love that many industrial bands, but they are great, yes.

This is short, but that's okay. Don't have much else to report in life, really.

Music lately has been much Green River. I ordered their album last week, along with Love Battery's Dayglo. Oh my goodness, Dayglo is an extremely amazing album, go out and buy it right now. Sleater Kinney too, I'm really liking One Beat right now. A little bit of Metric, and a couple of other obscure indie groups that my friend is brainwashing me daily to like, Smashing Pumpkins during lunch, which annoys my friends to no end because I space out to it and stop talking, L7 on the bus, Veruca Salt, some 10 Minute Warning. Mostly Love Battery. My devotion to this band goes to insane degrees, or so it would seem. I want to write a fan letter to Ron Nine, begging him to drag his band over here so they can play a show for me and the seven other Love Battery fans who probably live in Virginia. It'd be worth it for them, right?

That's about all, night for now.

This post can be disregarded if you're not Jill or myself.

Um... this is sort of hard to explain, but we got in to a little conflict about... ownership so now I'm posting a list of celebrities I own. Don't mind this unless you are, as the title states, Jill or me.

The list is as follows.

Kurt Cobain.
Chad Channing.
Krist Novoselic.
Mark Arm.
Andrew Wood.
Orlando Bloom.
Ron Nine.
Billy Corgan.
Jimmy Chamberlin.
Gavin Rossdale.
Mark Lanegan.
Andy Deane.
Adam Lambert.
David Usher.
Shannon Hoon.
Travis Warren.

And everyone in the bands Mudhoney, Green River, Love Battery and Pond. Even though there's nobody else particularly attractive in any of these bands, I have claimed them for the sake of the demented little game we play.

I'd like to make it clear that I, in no way, actually think I own these people, nor am I one of those manic fans who murders the object of their affection. I think.

A scattered sundries post of sorts.

Being too lazy to describe my now rather monotonous days in detail, I'll just write out something short with some of my passing thoughts.

I forgot to practice piano yesterday. I didn't even play 'Thru The Eyes Of Ruby' or a little bit of the impossibly rhythm lacking 'Psycho'. My hands did not touch those keys. I am in so much trouble next Monday.

'Don't Trust Me' by 3Oh!3 turns out to be one of the more awkward songs ever to be blasting in the car with a parent. My father did not appreciate the chorus. In fact, I don't think he appreciated the verses and bridge either.

Pandora internet radio has died and gone far below. It gives no more than four or five skips per station, and it carries over skip counts, making avoiding the really annoying songs it throws at you impossible. And when I get in a mood to listen to the specific Frente songs I cannot find anywhere else? It mocks me by playing no Frente on my... Frente station. Yeah, that makes sense.

I need to ramble about something else. Why is it that only thirty year old men talk to me on Youtube?! And my friends, of course. But mostly the older guys. I can't decide whether it's insulting, or merely odd.

My sleep deprivation caught up with me last night, so I wrote a confusing, poorly worded fanfiction chapter that made no sense and went to bed before I hit three thousand words, my benchmark of choice. It also had a plot that I didn't even want in my writing and generated excessive conflict. I got a really bad headache around two, so I went to bed. I was used to having three hours of sleep a night, so five was sort of refreshing.

I don't think I ever fully grasped how geeky I am. Until yesterday, when I was delighted about having writing homework. Of course, the happiness faded a little bit when I struggled more than I have with writing in a while and was ultimately unhappy with my finished product.

Picking up this post a day later... everyone liked my memoir. I suppose it was fine. I need to do some fixes this weekend, then email it to my group's leader.

I have temporarily given up my dream of owning a bass in favor of not having a glittery pink guitar any longer. Unfortunately, I'll have to wait at least a month for anything to happen since my old guitar has chipped paint and will only sell for about one hundred fifty dollars, which isn't really enough to buy a good guitar, or so it would seem. I want something about two hundred fifty dollars. Which means I'll be babysitting constantly.

I'm teaching my youngest brother how to read music and begin piano. It's fun so far, even if the experience is somewhat like one of those 'Miss Swan' skits on Mad TV. He's only six and can't really read very well, so I have to go quite slow. I want him to get better than my sister, because, well, she gets on my nerves with her center of attention mentality.

I figured out the opening riff to 'Thru The Eyes of Ruby' but I can't figure out the main riff for the verses. It sounds quite good once it's right, though. I want to work out seperate arrangements for the left and right hands that are more complex than just chords in the left hand and melody in the right. I know that's how guitar works, and that's what it's written for, but on piano it's boring once I've worked it all out.

My (incredibly lucky) mother is in Seattle today. She said Mudhoney played a concert there last night, which she, being stupid, did not go to. She was in Pike Place Market today, and bought me some things after my repeated desperate asking. I cannot wait for her to return home. Although, it is nice for her to not be here, namely because my father doesn't care what we do, and he lets us watch violent movies and buy Cheetos, which my mother hates. He also let me buy a forty dollar distortion pedal, which I somewhat doubt my mother would have enjoyed.

It's rainy here today. Beautiful and rainy. The trees look much greener when the sky is gray.

I listened to everything from Oasis to Duran Duran to 10 Minute Warning in the past days. Today, it was mostly Smashing Pumpkins and Candlebox, and Garbage. Oh, and Love Battery. I saw an interview where one of their band members said they didn't refine their sound 'til 'Straight Freak Ticket', but I think 'Far Gone' and 'Dayglo' are their best albums by far, so that's ridiculous. Just a random opinion tossed out there. Oh, and I've been listening to some Britney Spears - her old videos made her seem so innocent.

I think that's about all I have to say for now.

Conversation with my friends.

My online friends and I have a tradition of sorts regarding posting our most moronic instant messanging conversations to blogs for later reading purposes. This one is really long, but I couldn't find a good place to cut it off. I won't tell you who's who, 'cause it's more fun not to!

(beingcute101) KAYLA.
(deathbyeuphoria) SHUT UP ALLY
(beingcute101) KAYLA.
(taintedxxlove77) ALLY.
(deathbyeuphoria) *strangles*
(beingcute101) KAYLA.
{taintedxxlove77) ALLY.
(beingcute101) KAYLA.
(thereason155) Fuck. XD
(beingcute101) CHELSEA.
(beingcute101) KAYLA.
(everlong221) MY MOTHER.
(beingcute101) SARA.
(thereason155) O_O
(beingcute101) *SARAH
(taintedxxlove77) ALLY, SHUT UP OR KAYLA GETS HEATH.
(beingcute101) ...
(beingcute101) *grabs heath and runs*
(thereason155) ...XD
(everlong221) THEN DO I GET KURT?
(deathbyeuphoria) O_O xD
(everlong221) AND KRIST?
(everlong221) AND CHAD?
(deathbyeuphoria) no.
(deathbyeuphoria) no.
(deathbyeuphoria) no.
(everlong221) D<
(thereason155) XDDD
(beingcute101) *fucking heath behind a tree*
(everlong221) LAWL.
(taintedxxlove77) you aren't being annoying, Jill-O o3o
(beingcute101) *distant* KAYLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
(taintedxxlove77) .....
(beingcute101) *arms self with rifle*
(everlong221) Why did you say that, Sarah? XD
(thereason155) XD
(taintedxxlove77) because i wanted to o3o
(thereason155) I feel tension. XD
(beingcute101) hoedown throwdown = no.
(taintedxxlove77) I FOUGHT THE LOL
(taintedxxlove77) AND THE LOL WON
(deathbyeuphoria) ...darn xD
(everlong221) I hate the hoedown throwdown

- - -
(deathbyeuphoria) IT LOOKS LIKE A BUCKET OF FUN. @_@
(everlong221) I wanna go to another Offspring concert o_o
(deathbyeuphoria) xD
(thereason155) Bucket...? XD
(everlong221) It was TWO buckets of fun
(thereason155) More like, a dumpster of joyousnes. XD
(thereason155) *joyousness
(taintedxxlove77) haha, i was watching this music radio channel thingy on TV the other day and they were playing Candlebox. . o3o
(everlong221) And two buckets of other peoples sweat drenching my clothes o_o;
(deathbyeuphoria) ew xDD
(thereason155) O_O
(deathbyeuphoria) Run Baby Run - Garbage
(beingcute101) cumdumpster
(everlong221) Most of the sweat on me isnt my own XD
(deathbyeuphoria) WTF DEAD CL
(beingcute101) douche
(everlong221) huh?
(thereason155) ...XD
(beingcute101) i dunno... xD
(deathbyeuphoria) There's a dead blonde girl at the beginning of this video
(beingcute101) I HAVE PORBLEMS ;3;
(everlong221) Why do you shout shower?
(deathbyeuphoria) who looks like CL
(everlong221) PORBLEMS? XD
(everlong221) I HAVE THEM TOO!
(beingcute101) hail grammar nazi
(deathbyeuphoria) *salute*
(thereason155) XD

- - -
(everlong221) MY ASS FEELS LIKE A MILLIONA ND ONE BUCKS.
(thereason155) I sell propane and propane accessories; XD
(everlong221) BUCKS...BUCK....BUCKING.
(deathbyeuphoria) FUCKS... FUCK...FUCKING
(beingcute101) xD
(everlong221) BUCKING WHILE YOURE FUCKING~
(thereason155) SUCKS... SUCK... SUCKING
(deathbyeuphoria) DUCKS... DICK... DUCKING
(deathbyeuphoria) *DUCK
(thereason155) XD
(thereason155) DICKS... DICK... DICKSUCKING...? XD
(beingcute101) DICKS... DICK... DICKING
(everlong221) DICKING.
(everlong221) YOU JUST GOT DICKED.
(thereason155) *braindead* @_@
(thereason155) "I was raped in the ass." "YOU GOT DICKED!" O__O
(deathbyeuphoria) WTF
(deathbyeuphoria) BED RAPING
(thereason155) "I'm from K-Mart."
(thereason155) XDD
(deathbyeuphoria) OH MY GOD CHRIS CROCKER
(everlong221) I want a shirt that says "MADE IN A REST STOP BATHROOM."
(deathbyeuphoria) XDDDD
(thereason155) I THOUGHT YOU SAID COCKER. XD
(thereason155) Lawl, Jill; XDD
(deathbyeuphoria) CHRIS COCKER
(everlong221) COCKER GOT DICKED!
(thereason155) CHRIS HAS A COCKER... IN HIS ASS; OO:
(deathbyeuphoria) COCKER IS MINE

- - -
(thereason155) What happened?
(everlong221) I just tried to scratch my arm and realized I have a bruise there XD
(thereason155) Aw; *hug*
(everlong221) Im gonna be SO SORE tomorrow...o_o;
(everlong221) *hugs*
(thereason155) XD
(everlong221) Its my own fault XD
(deathbyeuphoria) she had anal sex with a zebra
(thereason155) Well, it's worth being sore, right?
(thereason155) WTF KAYLA XDDD
(thereason155) GET YOUR STRIPES BY HAVING TEH BUT SECKS~~
(deathbyeuphoria) what, anal sex with a zebra is worth it? o__O
(deathbyeuphoria) bad timing much?
(thereason155) No. The concert... XD
(beingcute101) john redcorn fucked dale's wife
(everlong221) ...
(thereason155) I know; XD
(thereason155) XD Jill
(thereason155) *BUTT
(beingcute101) MY NAME IS DOUGHTREVE COMMA BILL
(everlong221) MY NAME IS ALPHA KENNY BODY.
(thereason155) We got fucked. By german sheep; <3 XD


I know, my goodness, we curse a lot at night. And we constantly talk about sex. But that's pretty much how it goes; and we all like it, so...

Night.

Internet survey by my dear friend, Naomi.

She made this! I decieded to fill it out for kicks. Pretty cool, am I right? You can read her blog here.


1. Who are you?
A hopeless liar and a hypocrite. (end Veruca Salt lyrics.)

2. What's your name?
On the internet? Vertige.

3. What's your nickname?
Well, I guess that'd be Vertige.

4. How comfortable are you revealing your name?
Very, I actually don't know why I don't use it on here.

5. When's your birthday?
June 30, 1995.

6. Which country/state do you live in?
Virginia, United States.

7. What color are your eyes?
Greenish brown.

8. What color is your hair?
Black and faded greenish teal.

9. Are you more tall, or short?
Totally average - 5'5.

10. Do you like your appearance?
I don't totally hate it, but I don't love it either.

Favorites(And Also Least-Favorites)

11. Color?
Blue or grey.

12. Name?
Alice is a pretty dang awesome name.

13. Band?
Nirvana! Love Battery, at the moment, is second.

14. Song?
'One More Thing' by L7.

15. Celebrity?
Kurt Cobain. Mark Arm is second. Kathleen Hanna is third. But I don't have a crush on her. I just think she's darn cool.

16. Country?
Sweden.

17. Animal?
Sheep or bunny.

18. Car?
I adore Volkswagon vans. Hippie cars are pretty.

19. Movie?
I have no idea. Maybe 'Labyrynth' with David Bowie.

20. Book?
'1984', I think.

21. Food?
Anything relating to chocolate floats my boat.

21. Drink?
I can only assume you don't mean alcohol. Coffee.

22. Candy?
Chocolatey... stuff.


How Many...

23. Siblings do you have?
Three.

24. Pets do you/have you had?
Eight. I have five right now.

25. Songs do you have on your iPod?
About 600, however I intend to upload more.

26. Friends would you estimate you have?
I think it's sad that I have no clue. Around thirty if you count not so close friends, I think.

27. Cousins do you have?
About fifteen.

28. Computers are in your house?
Four or five.

29. YouTube channels do you follow(If you're on YouTube)?
Three or four, I don't really follow channels.

30. Blogs do you follow?
Ten or eleven.

31. Of the Harry Potter books have you read?
Haha, zero. I'm a sheltered child.

32. Websites have you ever been banned from?
Animal Crossing Community about a dozen times.

33. States have you visited?
Somewhere in the realm of fifteen.

34. Songs can you play on musical instruments?
Quite a few...

35. Songs on your iPod made it to number one in the charts?
None, as far as I know. Oh, wait, 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' might have.

Have You Ever...

36. Met someone famous?
Does Andy from Bella Morte count? If so, then yes.

37. Been on TV?
Yes. They did this bit on my family when we adopted from Cambodia for some reason.

38. Seen the 'miracle of birth' or whatever happen?
Nope.

39. Fallen asleep in school?
Yes.

40. Gotten suspended from school?
No.

41. Been in a school talent show?
No.

42. Seen a rare species of animal in the wild?
No.

43. Gotten any of your work published?
Yes. Darn my school's literary magazine.

44. Snuck out?
No.

45. Stayed online all night?
Yup yup.

Your Day

46. How was your day?
Average.

47. How are you feeling?
Tense and confused.

48. How bored did you get today?
Not very.

49. How many people did you estimate you talked to?
Nine or ten.

59. How much time did you spend watching TV?
None.

60. Did you 5-2-1 today?(Hehe, only Adele can answer this...)
Is that the new 69 or something?

Other

Star Wars or Star Trek?
Star Wars has more people with eighties hair. Clear win.

Green Day or Linkin Park?
Green Day.

Looking forward to the new Harry Potter?
Not particularly.

Do you like the movie Mean Girls?
I've only seen part of it, but it seems pretty good.

How many blog followers do you have?
Five, I think.

How often do you blog?
A couple of times a week.

What's the weather like?
Dark and cloudy.

Did you like this quiz?
Yes!

Aren't you just longing to take it now? Go ahead. Do it. Make sure to credit Naomi.

One of those ...survey things that one does when bored.

Which I am. I know, I only just posted that other thing. But I promised I'd post something else soon, didn't I? Well, here it is!

What do you wanna be when you grow up? Journalist or musician.
Is 30 old? Nah.
What's your major? None, so far.
Do you have a crush on anyone? Yup.
What's the prettiest part of your body? I love my feet.
What celebrity would you shag? Kurt Cobain.
Have you shagged any celebrities? Nope.
Have you met any celebrities? Sort of.
Do you think you'll ever get married? Probably.
What do you want your wedding song to be? 'Why Do You Love Me' by Garbage.
If you could go anywhere in the world right now, where would you go? I'd just stay here.
If you were stranded on a desert island,what 2 things would you take with you? My laptop and a cell phone.
What is your favorite club? No idea.
Movie you wished you had starred in? Something with Orlando Bloom.
Any other celebrities you would shag? Mark Arm.
Who is the coolest person you know? Hard to say.
Who do you know of that you wanna meet, but you've never met? My online friends.
Whats the best class you ever took? Civics.
What's the best job you've ever had? Unemployment has treated me very well.
Is there someone that you cant stop thinking about that doesnt know it? Yeah.
what song is in your head right now? 'Buy Her Candy' by Sleater Kinney.
What did you eat for breakfast this morning? Coffee.
Do you love your mom? Yep.
Do you love your dad? Yes.
Do you love your siblings? Usually.
Do you get along better with men or women? Probably women.
Plain or peanut? Plain.
smooth or crunchy? Smooth.
White or wheat? Wheat.
Coldplay or Nivana? Nirvana!
Purple or Chartruese? Purple.
Aliens or Ghosts? Aliens.
Do you believe in ghosts? Not really.
Favorite movie? No clue.
Favorite Christian Slater movie? Who?
favorite drink? Pepsi.
Favorite alchoholic drink? None.
Favorite city? Seattle.
Favorite store? Ebay.
vices? Too critical, can't spell to save my life.
addictions? Music, reading fanfiction, cake.
fetishes? None, as far as I know.
Favorite food? Cherries.
Favorite animal? Sheep or horses.
Best friend's name? Jill.
Think of a number between 1 and 10. Seven.
Have you ever thrown up on someone really hot? No.
Has anyone really hot ever thrown up on you? Nope.
Have you ever been to mexico? No.
Do you obssess over little things? Yes!
Do you have any tatoos? No.
Do you have any peircings? No.
What is your ethnic background? Italian, German, English.
Have you ever broken anyones heart? I highly doubt it.
Has anyone ever broken your heart? Not really.
Do you refer to anyone as "the one that got away"? Um. No.
Have you slept with anyone that is on myspace? No.
Did you think that that question was a little too personal? A little, yes.
Republican or democrat? Reactionary.
liberal or conservative? Conservative.
what are your favorite words? Flippant and morality.
who is the hottest woman/man in the world? Kurt Cobain.
Who would you kill if your morals would allow? My english teacher.
what's your favorite restaurant? Home.
are you glad this quiz is almost over? Not particularly.
What color are your underwear right now? Blue.
If you could join one band, what would it be? Blind Melon, maybe.
If you could resurrect one band, who would it be? Nirvana.
Favorite male vocalist? Kurt Cobain.
Favorite female vocalist? Shirley Manson or Kathleen Hanna.
favorite athelete? None.
favorite body part on a guy/girl? Hair.
What your ideal mate should look like? Attractive, I guess?
what your ideal mate should act like? They must amuse me, on some level.
what your ideal mate should be intersted in. Music.
how he/she should propose? On one knee.
What band does your ideal mate absolutley have to love? Nirvana.
what can your ideal mate not do? Die.
give 10 initials (max) of the boys/girls first names that you want. Ha. No.
Do you believe in soul mates? Yep.
Do you love yourself? Sometimes.
Do you love your friends? Of course!
Who do you love the most in the whole wide world? Not sure.

- - -

Here's another, since I really do have nothing better to do.

What is on your desktop wallpaper? Green River.
What is your favorite zoo animal? Giraffe.
What was your favorite toy as a child? Not sure.
What food do you eat too much of? Trail mix.
What kind of hairstyle do you have? Shortish, bangish.
What was your favorite activity in gym class? Running.
What is on the shirt you're wearing right now? It's plain.
What is the picture nearest to you of? Me and my family.
What kind of salad dressing do you like? Cesar.
Whats your least favorite food? Peas.
What do you do on a Sunday night? Babysit.
What color are your sheets? Turquoise.
How big is your computer display? A widescreen laptop.
What pair of shoes do you wear most often? My hightops.
What is your favorite Thanksgiving food? Cranberry sauce.
What is your favorite pizza topping? Cheese.
What time do you plan on waking up tomorrow? Eight, sadly.
What is your favorite day of the year? Possibly my birthday, not sure.

Last weekend of my eighth grade year.

Enormously thrilling, isn't it? I know nobody cares, but it's terribly liberating to know that next weekend, I won't have to bag a lunch or go to bed on time for school! I'll be free free free! I love summer.

As for my day, it was pretty boring. Saturdays are always low key for me, I like to use them to catch up on sleep and get all of the stress of the week out of my head. I woke about nine, and hung out on the internet waiting for my mother's friend to get out of my house. I don't normally go to all of the trouble of personally hating people, unless I've actually got something to hold against them, but something about this particular friend of her's really grinds my gears or however the saying goes. She's extremely outgoing, which means she contunally intrudes on my privacy, interrogating me about my life and filling me in on every single thing that happens in Cambodia. Yes, she lives there. You'd think it'd be interesting, but it's really not when you've spent the past eight years of your life hearing about it all of the time. I sound like a bad person, but that's honestly how I feel about the matter. When she left, I came downstairs and had some of the coffee she'd left. Apparently, drinking really strong coffee with a lot of creamer in it and not eating anything is not a smart idea, because I was jittery all day. I went upstairs and continued in my fruitless quest for a Love Battery shirt online, and then made myself some lunch around one and watched television for a while.

Later that afternoon, my parents had the grand idea to haul everyone out of the house and take them to see 'Up.' Which is a Pixar thing. It was okay, but it definitely wasn't worth my mother's random sob attacks throughout the film, and the torture of taking my sister in to the bathroom with me and hearing her narrate the whole experience for the benefit of everyone else in the bathroom. Having such a vivacious family makes me want to go all Charles Manson on them every once in a while, but they're better people than I portray them as. We came home, ate and then my brother opened presents. It's his birthday today, he's six now. Six is not a particularly good year for anyone, I don't think, but he'll live through it. I wish him luck, at any rate.

Now I find myself scouring the internet for shirts belonging to anyone I've been in to, as of late. Dead Moon has some cute shirts, but they're all skeletal, and my parents have this thing about that. They already rejected my Bikini Kill shirt because, as it would seem, having the word Kill on a shirt is quite offensive. There are no cheap Letters to Cleo or Veruca Salt shirts in the world, and Screaming Trees has no shirts left on the internet either. I already promised my mother I'd stop buying Nirvana shirts for a while, so that leaves me searching through everything I listen to, all for the sake of ridding myself of money. I think I have an impulsive spending addiction or something, because I cannot keep cash for more than a week.

On a sort of unrelated note, these online stores that tag Blind Melon as emo are insane. They're the furthest thing from that. I think. Why are all of their shirts black, though? I own too many black shirts. I want the Galaxie car one in white with a black logo, not reversed... Ha! I found a white one. And I also found a violet Dinosaur Jr shirt, adorned with an adorable cow. I haven't listened to them in forever, but that cow is enough to make me buy it regardless of band, plus it is only ten dollars and eighty two cents. Sold.

This is ridiculously short. I'll post something soon to make up for it...

I listened to everything from Garbage to Tad today. I also listened to Mudhoney and Love Battery, my ongoing addictions. I listened to a few string tributes, some piano covers, and that's about it. Oh, and rather a lot of Bikini Kill.

Ah, so it's one of 'those' days.

Seems to be. You know, those days when the world is rather insufferable, and everyone in it is wishing for your demise? Goodness, I hate these days. I've been having one. Well, actually, one of those weekends. I may as well jump into my rant before I'm pulled away to clean some other obscure portion of the house that my mother doesn't feel like looking after.

Saturday began with my mother pounding down my door, which I had neglected to unlock, the night before. I was insanely tired, but I don't know why, because I think I went to bed around eleven the night before. She wanted to see Thomas Jefferson's house. That's fine, but it's a three hour drive from where I live, and I feel obligated to tell you that it is not worth it at all. It took me about an hour to get dressed, put my contacts in, and find my shoes, which is about average, and then we were off. Not without the minor complications of my clothing being, as it would seem, unfit for the occasion. What exactly about an old nightgown over jeans is so wrong?! My mother gave it to me, she shouldn't have expected that I wouldn't have worn it. After a little verbal sparring, I went up and changed again. Then we left. We arrived around one, spent some time walking around the grounds in the ninety degree weather. I was really kicking myself for wearing two layers, long sleeves, and black jeans at that point. With all respect to Jefferson, the guy was a serious hypocrite. He thought slavery was wrong, but he had over two hundred slaves working at his farm. He freed less than ten of them in his will. My parents, of course, got sort of angry when I criticized him, because people in wigs who write important documents can do no wrong in their eyes.

When we got home, around nine at night, I fought with my online instant messenging client for a while - I shall not be revealing its name to the world, lest anyone get the crazy idea to use it - gave up and used AIM Express. I'm still using it. It doesn't work at all, it goes down every five seconds, and it doesn't let the user customize fonts or anything. Plus, navigating through the buddy list and such is near impossible once one's got a message open. I don't recommend it, at all. I went to bed around one, since I had a pretty nasty stomach ache. I couldn't sit up, couldn't even breathe, for a while. I got over it by three or so and fell asleep. The night wasn't bad after I got upstairs and sorted things out with the internet. There was a three hour window that I rather enjoyed. I messed around on google, ate stale chips, and listened to my parents' discs from twenty years ago.

This morning, I made the mistake of opening my eyes when my mother came into my room, instead of pretending that I was still comatose. I somewhat dread church, for no particular reason. Once I get there, I'm fine. But it feels like such a sacrifice. I know, that's sort of the idea of religion in general. I'm horrid for thinking this way. But I really do wish it was later in the day, or on another day. Church on Thursday would be grand, for example. The sermon today was about not just taking joy from petty, temporary things, which felt like a personalized guilt trip. That's pretty much my strategy for life. After church, I dragged my parents to a beauty supply store so I could get myself some new dye. Despite numerous warnings on the packaging, I purchased it without getting a degree in... hair doing first. Two bottles were only thirteen dollars! I had enough money to pay, for once. This improved my day a little. I've spent most of the afternoon, so far, fighting with my mother over nothing at all, playing piano, wondering why I have this stomach ache of mine, and messing around on the internet. My favorite pastime, in case you haven't noticed. I have to babysit for my parents' small group tonight. I am not looking forward to it at all, namely because I only get six dollars for the whole mess, since some of the kids stopped attending, and it is the most boring thing in the world. Seriously, I cannot imagine a worse way to spend my Sunday evening. Well, actually, I can, but none of them are particularly reasonable.

Oh, before I forget to mention this, I've stumbled upon a life goal. So far, I don't really have any goals, not concrete ones. But it's never too late to start coming up with these things, right? Before you're dead, at any rate. But, sometime in my life, I feel I simply must see the movie, 'Poison Ivy'. I found the synopsis and some reviews, a couple of days ago. I don't know if it's because I'm suffering from ACC withdrawl or what, but I've found myself in some of the darkest corners of the internet, lately. This morning, I was reading The National Enquirer's website, of all things. I know I cannot believe anything they publish, but, darn it, it's interesting. If Adam really does have a twenty four year old boyfriend, well, I congratulate him, but couldn't he have at least picked someone marginally cute? ...I digress though, of course. It sounds like one of the most unusual movies ever made, people have described it as a 'psychological thriller' and it was made in the nineties, so that pretty much qualifies it as a must - see movie. I'd go and rent it right now, but it's rated R and my parents would flip out if they knew I'd even read the summary. Tragically. Perhaps it's leaked on the internet somewhere, or something. That'll be one life goal completed and out of the way.

Music has been nothing remarkable, lately. I had my iPod on shuffle all day yesterday, which meant quite a lot of Smashing Pumpkins and Nirvana. As well as some Pearl Jam. I think I forgot what a tremendous song 'Porch' is. I love Pearl Jam, so please understand that I don't mean to be disrespectful when I say that I think Eddie Vedder's voice used to be better. If you compare 'Alive' or 'Garden' to 'Severed Hand', for example. Eddie does a lot more forced yelling now, and a lot less actual singing. Especially during upbeat songs. It hasn't always been that way, he used to have a more soulful, steady sound. But maybe I'm over analyzing. Obviously, he's still good enough to sell records. Anywho, I was listening to my parents' Marty Casey disc last night and this morning. I've been listening to some Veruca Salt, a little bit of Mindless Self Indulgence, and Screaming Trees too. Sadly, I think my song addiction is over, almost before it started. Few can hope to rival the Bullet With Butterfly Wings obsession of last summer.

I think that's about all. School is going to be terribly boring tomorrow. Stressful, too. Finals and state testing, plus random assessments given to make our quarter totals look better, are working together to kill me. There is only two more weeks of graded work. I have to keep telling myself that.

This week has just been one long, 'oh goodness'.

It really has. Everything, and I do mean everything, is making me want to either bang my head repeatedly against a wall or go into a temporary coma in some soma generated little world inside my head. Or maybe both at once. It hasn't been particularly bad in any way, I haven't any major complaints that are in, any way, justified. But I'm tired of the monotony that comes with going to school every day, and I'm sick of having no time to myself, and I want the warm weather to give me some benefits, instead of merely making gym class feel impossibly long. Why is summer such a curse, at first?! Certainly, it's wonderful once one makes it into August and July, but now? It's uncomfortable and irritating.

Don't get me wrong though, my life hasn't been in complete wreckage or anything. Monday was boring; Tuesday was... boring too. Wednesday, my shirts arrived from Amazon, who delivered far more swiftly than I expected. The Mudhoney one is ginormous, it goes down to my knees and the sleeves are so baggy, it's almost comical. Still, I intend to wear it to school tomorrow regardless. The others fit me better, I think they're actually a proper size. Buying things I do not actually need off the internet and then seeing them come in their humble little brown packaging never fails to delight me, so that made my day. That's probably been the high point of my week, so far. There've been several recurring annoyances that refuse to let me be in a consistently good mood.

First of all, my piano songs this week are proving to be virtually impossible for me. I keep getting distracted, bored, or fed up with it, and working out my own arrangements, or playing something else entirely. My lesson is next Tuesday, and I barely have the first two measures of both songs down. I need eight of both. I intend to put in more work on them over the weekend, but I don't know how possible that will be. This is due to the fact that my grandparents are showing up, apparently. Tomorrow. I was only informed of this yesterday, as communication at its finest is always exhibited in my family. I love my grandparents and all, but they're extremist left wing enviromentalist nutjobs who's idea of a good conversation is to interrogate me on what college I'm going to attend, who rape our kitchen of all health food, and then complain that we only have junk left to eat, demand that I demonstrate my knowledge on the guitar for them, which is more minimal than they'd like, and, last but not least, make racist remarks about how fortunate my brother and sister are that my parents 'took them in.' If there's one thing that makes me angry, it's that. Well, that and some other things. Okay, a lot of things. But that's on the list. On top of those things, social drama is escalating everywhere I look at school. I had my first fight with a school friend, since I moved, this past week. It's not a fight in that we slapped each other and ran off crying, but there's tension, and I broke down and yelled at her yesterday. For some reason unbeknowst to me, she's acting all jealous and trying to make me look stupid in front of her boyfriend, who happens to be one of my closest school friends, because, due to some rumor another friend keeps spreading around, I'm trying to steal him and it's working. None of this is true, of course. And now I'm telling the internet too much again. Plus, if that weren't enough, my english project is trying to kill me. Or make me a Nazi. Or something along those lines. Josef Mengele appears to have laid some sort of curse on me that has impaired my ability to come up with abnormally big words for a thirteen year old kid to use on my report. I have a... thing about showing up my english teacher. I know, it's not terribly nice, but if you had to listen to her scream on about us getting off the escalator every day, you'd feel the same way. I don't stand up in front of the class and scream out hateful slander against her or anything, but if she makes an error, I do try to raise my hand and correct it in front of everyone. It gives me such joy. Especially since, most of the time, she shows the world how narcissistic she is by coming over to my seat, arguing with me, and then realizing, belatedly, she was wrong and correcting herself in such a way that suggests she knew it all along. So, that class has been torment. As has science. And algebra. And teen living. And, even gym, because I cannot stop angsting over some of the stupidest things in the world when it comes to that class, so I hate it.

School needs to end. Now. Oh. I almost forgot: I've one last grievance to share before I go. Animal Crossing Community (every downside of a command economy enclosed in one little gaming forum) banned me. Again. Most of you probably know this already, but I'm not exactly a first timer when it comes to accounts there. The place is a pain to stay alive in, and the moderation is so extreme, it's pathetic, but it's sort of... my life. Oh, not the forum, exactly. But everything that comes with it. The internet. Fanfiction. The best friends ever. It all spawned from there, for me. But, after creating my eleventh or so account, due to a ban for cursing my head off, which was probably one of my stupider decisions, they banned me the following day for multiple accounts. They're certainly not very creative around there. I want something interesting: sharing personal information! Posing as a staff member! Distributing copyrighted material! I could, would, and have done all of these things before. If only they'd call me on that instead of the same tired old complaints. But I digress. I've decided not to make any more accounts. I'm sort of sick of letting a video game forum waste three or four hours of my life every day. I don't even play Animal Crossing anymore. Most of the people on there are shallow, annoying, and about as intelligent as pillbugs, and, quite honestly, about ninety percent of them have outgrown it and just go on because they can get away with acting superior to little kids there. I've done the same, which is really awfully horrid of me. Plus, there are far better ways to waste time on the internet. Hopefully, this'll clear some time up for a while. Perhaps I'll log on again in the summer, when I've more patience and time. Perhaps not. You never know. I know that if you're reading this, you most likely arrived here from that site, and you're probably wondering where I've gone. You can send me an IM or something, if you'd like. Just get in contact with me by way of the comments.

Now that I've covered all of my many whiny bases, it's time to ramble about music. I shall begin this by saying that I've got a Garbage phase. It started out with a 'Sex Is Not The Enemy' addiction that lasted for a while, but their other stuff struck me as sort of boring. Shirley Manson has, in the last few days, become one of my favorite female vocalists. Their songs are really easy to sing along to, and they've somewhat suited my mood. Whatever my mood happens to be. With that said, I'm sort of in a girly pop / punk / whatever phase in general. Dollyrots, Veruca Salt, Go Betty Go, The Donnas, that sort of thing. I am also still phasing over Nirvana, mostly on the bus. Nothing beats sprawling out across the whole seat - yes, I'm antisocial. But it's the bus and I'm sleepy - and listening to Scentless Apprentice or Swap Meet with the volume all the way up. Other than that, it's been a moderately randomized collection of music, for me. I was listening to Creed for a while today. I started listening to some of the songs off of Marty Casey's pre - reality show album, last weekend. That's... about it, I believe.

I've got to put my brother and sister to bed now. Night, world.

Edit~ Oh, I almost forgot. The icon on my Blogger account isn't a picture of me. It's one of my many heroes, Steve Burns. If you think I'd show the internet a picture of myself, well... okay, you're not that far from the truth. But, I'm not posting it on Blogger. I do have some sense of reason. That's all.